The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Junci has crooked eyebrows and eyes.

She sat on the sofa, propped her forehead, the curvature of the corners of her mouth was full of evil taste, as if there was another kind of laziness that didn't care.

But people can't ignore it.

A kind of extravagance faintly exudes, and it strikes like oppression.

Feeling this pressure, foreign men spoke a lot more politely: "Master, maybe you should know that the current situation of the Austin family is not suitable for you to go back. Please be considerate of Mr. Miles. Your mother was missing. The investigation is clear, Mr. Miles, it is also for your consideration."

Even the title has changed.

For her consideration?

In fact, it’s because Miles now marries another person. Junci’s identity is the child of his first daughter. He has been missing for so many years. Now he suddenly appeared. For the sake of his current wife and child, he absolutely Will not let Junci go back.

Jun Ci guessed that it was the same thing, but really heard them say it.

To be honest, that feeling is quite unpleasant.

Her character is like this. If it is something that should belong to her, she can don't want it, but she can't say it to others, she can't want it!

"No, no, no, Jun Ci is Lydia's child, he should return to the Austin family, he should own part of the Austin family, 10 million US dollars, are you mocking Lydia who disappeared that year?"

Lucian was very angry.

The man in the suit gave him a glance, full of arrogance and disdain: "Mr. Lucian, this has nothing to do with you."

In a word, Lucian's face flushed.

Indeed, this is a matter for the Austin family.

Even if Lucian reported the matter of Junci, from the current situation, maybe Miles was complaining in his heart that he had found one more thing for himself.

"10 million?"

Jun Ci spoke, she spoke English, and Su was in her bones, full of different elegance and nobility.

Jiang Yi looked at her in surprise.

Pure American English, spoken at such a standard, can be said to be rare among Chinese.

He had spent a period of time in the UK since he was a child, and he had hired a special British teacher to develop an elegant London accent.

"Yes."

Seeing her speak, the man in the suit reduced the arrogance in his eyes a little, but still couldn't stop the natural arrogance: "If it is not enough, you make a price."

The meaning is obvious. No matter what Junci asks for, she can't return the Austin family anyway.

Lucian looked at Jun Ci with a green face. He didn't know whether Jun Ci would agree or not. At this time, he didn't know what Jun Ci thought. The key was that he was not qualified to interrupt.

Jun Ci lowered his eyes and suddenly chuckled.

At that moment, everyone seemed to have a taste of what is called true dignity to their bones.

"I didn't want to return to the Austin family, but at that time I was willing to give up."

She spoke slowly, but invisibly began to put great pressure on people: "But now, you tell me that I cannot return to the Austin family and get everything I deserve. Maybe my grandfather, Mr. Miles, is for him. The family is harmonious now, but I don’t think that my mother is not qualified to inherit everything from the Austin family. All this should belong to my mother.”

At this point, the voice has quenched the ice, and suddenly he screamed: "I can only don't want it. I can't want it without what you said. Now I tell you, the Austin family, I want to make it!"

Not just inheritance rights, but the entire Austin family!